Poems from caseyrb
A frog, too,
years ago
its soul brazen and bubbling,
gaseous in a blank tank. A turtle, a few weeks before Halloween,
maybe 2015?,...
it’s not your fault. it shouldn’t have ended up like this, us,
going from a steady sway of harmful fun to
finding your dance partner is...
When i die--
because, yes, i can plan for things,
but only the unplannable--
i’ll get this taste
in the lines on my palms, like
being...
How do they do it? How do they not stumble? Give me
an adjective to describe this. Is it chemical or characteristic, the way I
fall behind...
she tells me to take it one day at a time, and
if that causes me to short circuit, take it
one log at a time. i feel as if i have become
a...